Later that night, Wilbur sat at his vanity, purposely making his hair look unkempt. Yes, he was wearing the stuffy royal outfit he hated so much, but hey, he was proposing to his boyfriend, he was going to make it special, dammit.

At least once we're married, we can run away together. Fuck Phil. Fuck this kingdom.

He smiled softly as he grabbed the little navy blue velvet box that held a little engagement ring inside it. He then put the box in his blazer pocket and flew out of his bedroom via the balcony.

~<•>~

Schlatt sat down at the same park the two had first met. Earlier that day, he had managed to gather up whatever money he had and bought an engagement ring to propose. No, it wasn't the finest, but it was the thought that counted, right?

...right?

Schlatt sighed as he sat down at a nearby bench. "Gods, I don't deserve him...who the fuck do I think I am, thinking that he'd actually want me?"

"You're right." An unfortunately familiar voice said behind him.

Schlatt turned around to see the motherfucker. Once again, he had a forest green cape with a hood on, as well as that damned mask.

"What do you want?" Schlatt snapped at him.

He tsked. "Aw, is that any way to speak to an old friend?"

"Fuck off." Schlatt snapped. "I already told you I'm done. You have no power over me now."

"Oh, but don't I?" He said, his smile evident despite his face being concealed. "You know what I did once you told me that lie."

"You know I can report you." Schlatt threatened. "I'll tell Techno and—"

"Tell Technoblade what?" He egged on. "You don't know my name or my face. What evidence do you have against me?"

Schlatt glared at him. As much as he hated it, the bastard was right. What could he do?

"In any case, I'm just here to make a simple request. Minuscule, if you ask me." He continued. "The eventual bachelor party has to happen at your usual bar."

Schlatt stared at him, confused. "Huh?"

He didn't get a response, because the bastard walked away. Just when he was out of sight, Wilbur landed behind him, a smile on his lips.

"Hey," Wilbur greeted, hugging Schlatt from behind.

Schlatt shook off the encounter and turned to Wilbur, giving him a quick kiss. "Hi."

Wilbur took Schlatt's hand and frowned. "What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost."

Schlatt shook his head, putting on a smile. "I'm fine, something in the bushes just scared me, is all."

Wilbur frowned. "Well, if that's all, why are you so pale?"

Schlatt snickered. "You say that as if you don't spend your days inside all the fuckin' time."

Wilbur giggled. "Touché."

It was then that Schlatt noticed the way that Wilbur was dressed. "Woah, what's with the getup?"

Wilbur smiled shyly. "Well, today is a very special day. We met each other ten years ago exactly, at this exact same park."

Schlatt rolled his eye, a fond smile on his lips. "Gods, you're so sentimental."

"What's wrong with that?" Wilbur asked.

Schlatt smirked. "Nothin'."

Wilbur rolled his eyes. "Yeah, well, since we've been together for a while, I wanted to make tonight special."

"Yeah?" Schlatt cocked an eyebrow. "How special?"

"Well..." Wilbur looked up at the night sky. He could barely see the stars and the moon through the leaves. He looked back down at Schlatt. "Hey, why don't we go on a fly?"

"Uh...sure." Schlatt agreed.

So, the two took off into the air, being illuminated by the moon at once. Wilbur couldn't help but watch all the various colors Schlatt's wings had, from red to green to blue. Both of them looked unnaturally pale in the moonlight and almost looked like ghosts flying through the night sky. They flew side by side, sometimes just flying casually and other times racing to some tree. They were just enjoying the other's company. Around midnight, they landed in a clearing in a nearby forest and laid side by side in the grass.

"Y'know, I know you're royal and you're used to all this fancy shit," Schlatt said, "but...how would you feel if you got something that wasn't the fanciest thing in the world?"

Wilbur looked at him. "Like what?"

Schlatt shrugged. "Oh, I dunno, like a new sweater or something." Or a wedding ring.

Wilbur hummed. "Well, I wouldn't care about how expensive it is, it's the thought that counts."

Schlatt looked at him. "...can I ask you something?"

Wilbur shrugged. "Sure."

Schlatt cleared his throat. "I...um...c-can you, no, wait, uh, w-will you—"

"Will you marry me?" Wilbur blurted out.

Schlatt blinked. "Wow, way to take the question out of my mouth."

Wilbur sat up. "What...?"

Schlatt sat up. "Wait, were you actually gonna..?"

The two stared at each other, dumbfounded.

Schlatt chuckled in disbelief. "Were we really about to propose to each other?"

Wilbur blinked. "Uh, yeah, I guess so."

Schlatt grabbed the ring out of his pocket—it wasn't in a nice velvet box, he was lucky enough to afford the ring by itself—and offered it to Wilbur. "So, is this a 'yes', then?"

Wilbur smiled as he took the ring and put it on. In turn, he took the box out of the blazer and opened it towards him. "Only if you also say yes."

Schlatt frowned. "I feel bad about the worse ring..." he said as he put on the ring offered to him.

Wilbur kissed him. "You shouldn't. If anything, it gives it character."

Schlatt rolled his eyes. "Yeah, a poor boy wearing a fancy-ass ring and a prince wearing a cheap-ass ring."

Wilbur giggled. "Yeah! It fits us, don't you think?"

Schlatt grinned. "Maybe."

They lay together in the clearing, sharing kisses and enjoying each other's company.

Fiancés...I can get used to that...